Letra de Farley

Chillin' in the basement, jammin to Bob Marley I'm hangin' out with Farley on summer night The jumper hit the pavement he's looking for the gold medal and all he got was flower pedals and a lousy bronze And I know someday that I will be running for my life And when that day comes, I hope that I learn to fly I know that we can do this, I know that can groove, oh, this reggae music from this lousy home I know that we can do this I know that we can groove this oh, this reggae music You better get some while you can!